Alone, lonely people talk to themselves. In company, they often continue.

I am most drawn to writing when I have something else urgent to do.

The man in the street is always a stranger.

Self-righteous victims invite extra nails.

Ideologies can survive hostility, but not indifference.

Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.

Metaphors convince at once or not at all.